Her Own Rules

TWO

Blinking slowly she started to pry her dreary eyes open, hoping she was safe enough to wake up. Holding her breath she glanced around the room discreetly, only opening her good eye wide enough to clearly see if his threatening figure was close by. She released a sigh when the white four walls creating a hospital room held no sign of him.

Taking slow deep breaths she pushed through the searing pain that erupted from the bandaged side of her face. Lightly fingering the gauze taped there, she felt it run from her temple down low to her cheek. Releasing a shaky breath, she commanded herself to not cry, mostly because he then decided to walk into the room. Tracking his slow moving walk towards her body that was hooked up to an IV, he gave her a tight lipped smile. Her heart started beating faster but it had nothing to do with fear.

Clenching her fists that laid on her stomach, she calmed her rage enough to speak and she groggily asked, "Did it work?" Her tone held a bite to it that hadn't been there before, one that made his eyes darken with unshed anger. Well that made 2 of them.

He said with amusement that grated on her nerves, "Yes as soon as we walked in here the doctors, the men especially, couldn't stop their disgust from showing. One female doctor even threw up when she first saw that ugly mess that's now your face." He wanted his words to hurt her, and there was a pang of self-loathing that didn't stop itself from making an appearance. But she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. And since he was twice her size she'd say not nearly enough.

"Well, I'm glad." She whispered her voice was shredded from his death grip on her neck from last night. "It would've been a shame if it didn't work since you went through all that trouble." She gave him a limp smile that pulled at her wound, making her flinch.

His face dropped and his stance became one of defense as if her weakened state was any threat to him. Walking towards her he gripped the plastic side rails that lined her hospital bed, he lowered his face close to hers so no one would overhear.

"Do you want another whipping when we get home Natasha?" His question wasn't one to be answered; it was a guarantee if she kept talking back. Against her will her hands started shaking with fear, she clenched them at her sides so he wouldn't see, but it was too late.

"I see you remember last time." As a result of his words, flashes returned from that night in the basement.

"Don't do this James, please." she was begging even when it pained her to do so. But she would do anything to keep from getting whipped. Even letting him touch her without her consent like last time, sounded better than this. She hated every second of it but it would be at least a little less painful than this.

Grabbing her hands roughly, he forced them together while he wrapped rope around her wrists. The fibers scratched at her skin, making her pale flesh turn red immediately. As he threw the longer piece of rope over the steel pole hanging overhead, he smiled cruelly at her naked body.

"Crying will get you nowhere Natasha. Don't be a little bitch." He sneered as his words drilled a hole through her already bleeding heart. "Save your strength because I haven't had your body in a long time, you know I miss your moves baby." he leaned in as if to give her a kiss but she turned her head quickly to the side as bile rose up her throat at what he insinuated.

Forcing her face up towards his was painful when he had her naked body tied tight with barely any room to move, the scratchy ropes holding her in place. She was completely at his mercy and she hated every second of it. Smashing her cheeks together with a hard grip on her jaw he said,

"We're husband and wife sweetheart, and it's your duty as my wife to give me your body whenever, and wherever I want. Got it honey?" His smile looked forced even to her. Tears rolled down her cheeks unforgivingly. Shaking her head back and forth, she couldn't get out any words no matter how badly she wanted to tell him off. But it would be no use would it? He would just force himself onto her even if she acted like she wanted it.